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Patricia FumertonEarly Modern Center - English DepartmentUniversity of CaliforniaSanta Barbara, CA 93105United States of AmericaEMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

Sitting beneath the Shade,of the Mirtle blooming Tree,My self to Recreate,a Noise surprized me:Such pleasant Musick I did hear,the world were strangers too, with Notes so sweet, I ner could meet,no mortal ever knew.

I harkened to his Charms,and gave attentive ear,I then could fear no harm,each minute cost a tearFrom my poor eyes, & then such groansas ecchod through the Air, with sighs so sad, said she Im glad,far worse then with Dispair.

Ah my Philander dear,I never more shall see,What, have I left thee here:who fled from hence for thee?& through the shades I went to searchfor thee my hearts Delight, but now I fear, I left thee here,Im come for thother sight.The world ile compass quite,Philander for to find,Since I have took this flight,to ease my troubled mind:Ile search each corner of the World,and wander through the Air, since it is so, hes not below,ile seek to find him there.My Spirit cannot rest,til him again I find,He thinks I dye in jest,else would not be unkind:But had he seen my desperate wound,made with a willing stroak, hed then confess in bitterness,dispair did it provoke.Like a true lover then,he would have followed me,And overtook agen,my Spirit that did flee:But since he is not yet come there,where I did him expect, I cannot stay, but must awayyou powers my course derect.Just as she fled away,this sound I then did hear,My lovely phillis stay,philanders drawing near:

The Musick then began agen,so pleasant to my ear, I stood amazd, about me gazd,and saw their meeting there.And in each Lovers brest,I did perceive a Wound,My Soul was then opprest,and I was like to swound:She opens then her bloody arms,and him she caught between, I chid mine eyes, for telling Lyes,and thought it was a dream.Philander art thou come?did Phillis Spirit say,Now to Elizium,with joy lets haste away,Ah Phillis, twas thy great mistake,causd thee to pierce thy brest, which when I found, mine I did wound,with sorrow then opprest.But since were met again,we never more shall part,To grieve now is in vain,were now beyond all smart:In folded arms they fled away,with such a Harmony, no mortal ere, did ever hear,but I that was thereby.They posted to the shade,which Lovers entertain,These joys are great, they said,that we should meet again:Were we to live on earth again,such joys we could not find, as the sweet shade, For Lovers made,who never provd unkind.